Unsurprisingly, Northern Ireland’s The Cyclist is a hard bloke to pin down, shifting from retro house to buzzing dark ambience. This latest album sees him refusing to stay still, serving up rhythmic witch house on ‘Reels’, decayed Euro pop on the title track, and crackling, angry dub techno on ‘Black Train’. Imagine Skrillex if he was forced to record in a scrapyard. Then imagine that you can dance to it.